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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Machine to the techno 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
Wings,
Joe Finger,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
Jerry's Kids,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.