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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Average White Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
Yaz,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
Wire,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.