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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the electroclash 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
Rapeman,
X-102,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
The Litter,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.