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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Durutti Column to the jazz 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Neon Judgement,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.