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 France and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Cymande to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
AZ,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.