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 Uganda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.