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 Belarus and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Simply Red to the rap 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.