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 Ireland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Knickerbockers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.