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 Maldives and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Ten City to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.