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 Thailand and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Man Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.