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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
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 spring reverb 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Main Source,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slackers,
Wire,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.