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 Chile and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
The Remains,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
the Sonics,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.