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 Russia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.