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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Eli Mardock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.