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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Niagra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
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Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
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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.