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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Electric Prunes to the grime 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
X-101,
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
10cc,
Lalann,
Max Romeo,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.