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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Flipper,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.