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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
JFA,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.