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 Oman and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Alphaville to the rap 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
New Order,
Can,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.