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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Masters at Work to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
Ronan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.