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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 John Cale to the funk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
UT,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
Symarip,
The Monks,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.