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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Wake to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
New Order,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.