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 Taiwan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Lou Reed to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
The Busters,
Wire,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.