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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Trojans 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
MC5,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
Susan Cadogan,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.