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 Iran and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Amazonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Index,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
Franke,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.