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 Samoa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
June of 44,
The Martian,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.