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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Pylon to the dance 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
Chrome,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.