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 Paraguay and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Sällskapet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
Echospace,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
June Days,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.