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 London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Clear Light to the dance 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Faust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.