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 Turkey and from Milan.
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 Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lalann to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Symarip,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.