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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 electroclash 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Magazine,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Parry Music,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.