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 Spain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Model 500 to the disco 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics 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?
Faraquet,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Pagans,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
Symarip,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.