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 Denmark and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Funky Four + One to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
Yaz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.