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 Ghana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
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 Slick Rick to the jazz 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.