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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Arcadia to the grunge 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.