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 Qatar and from Lagos.
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 Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Womack to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Index,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
X-102,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Schoolly D,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.