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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Zapp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.