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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.