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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Neon Judgement 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
Echospace,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
Black Moon,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Q65,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.