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 Cambodia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Kinks 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.