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 Cambodia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Harpers Bizarre 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gories,
X-102,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Q65,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.