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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.