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 Egypt and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Moss Icon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
the Association,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.