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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Infiniti,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
This Heat,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.