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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
Television,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.