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 San Marino and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 FM Einheit to the disco 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Brick,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Image Ltd.,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.