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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
Newcleus,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.