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 Rwanda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Arab on Radar to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
10cc,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.