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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Alphaville,
Monks,
Neu!,
Zapp,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.