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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Faust to the grunge 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
The Fall,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
Brick,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.