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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.