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 Philippines and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Radiohead to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
Erasure,
Ossler,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
ABC,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.