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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Godley & Creme to the rock 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Visage,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
the Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
JFA,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
June Days,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.