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 Greece and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nils Olav to the jazz 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
Smog,
Franke,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
Simply Red,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Q65,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.