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 Dominica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Roxette,
10cc,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.