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 Comoros and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Marc Almond to the dance 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
Technova,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.