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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Vogues to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.