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 Niger and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Joe Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
Scientists,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
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.