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 Panama and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
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 Slick Rick 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
MC5,
Ten City,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.