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 Laos and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.