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 Kenya and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 crunk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.