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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
JFA,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes,
June Days,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.