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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 World's Most to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.