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 Laos and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
The Selecter,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.