Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Namibia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Masters at Work to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.