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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Loose Ends to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
Nico,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.