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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
Wire,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
Siglo XX,
X-101,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.