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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Technova to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
Magma,
The Cure,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
Wings,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.