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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 The Detroit Cobras to the dance 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.