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 Yemen and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Duran Duran to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
Q65,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.