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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aswad 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Visage,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
Moss Icon,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.