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 Angola and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.