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 Togo and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Second Layer to the jazz 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
Pylon,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.