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 Liberia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Modern Lovers to the punk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
The Remains,
Smog,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Mantronix,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.