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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 R.M.O. 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Sound Behaviour,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.