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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Black Sheep to the jazz 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.