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 Dominica and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
The Saints,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.