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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.