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 East Timor and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 These Immortal Souls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.