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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
Second Layer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Qualms,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.