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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Womack. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rekid,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.