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 Oman and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.