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 South Africa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.