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 Japan and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Mandrill to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
Funkadelic,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.