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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Cameo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
Q65,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
Infiniti,
PIL,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
Index,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.