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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
The Blues Magoos,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.