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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Subhumans to the grime 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
ABC,
Deepchord,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.