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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Porter Ricks to the rap 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
Brass Construction,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Enemy,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.