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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
Fear,
Brick,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
Television,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.