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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Franke to the dance 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
The Gories,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
Erasure,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.