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 Russia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
The Wake,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
David McCallum,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.