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 Israel and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Tears for Fears to the rock 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe 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?
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.