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 Argentina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Nik Kershaw 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
Clear Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.