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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
Scion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
Yaz,
Lalann,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Ituana,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.