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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
The Motions,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.