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 Iceland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Morten Harket to the crunk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
the Swans,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.