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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Howard Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Japan,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.