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 Oman and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
Wings,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.