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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.