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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Connie Case to the rock 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.