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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Alton Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.