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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the techno 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
Faust,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.