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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Kas Product to the grime 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.