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 Poland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.