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 Tonga and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
The Index,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
Skaos,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.