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 India and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grauzone,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
X-101,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.