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 Georgia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Easy Going to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry 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?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
Can,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.