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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pop Group,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.