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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Depeche Mode to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
Aswad,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.