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 Grenada and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ludus to the grunge 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
The Move,
Magazine,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
The Victims,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.