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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Godley & Creme to the rap 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.