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 Niger and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Lungfish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
Technova,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.