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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.