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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Black Pus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
Visage,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.