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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Fad Gadget to the dance 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
The Sonics,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.