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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Five Americans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.