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 Libya and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Colin Newman to the jazz 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
Faust,
Jandek,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.