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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Bush Tetras to the punk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.