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 Turkey and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
cv313,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Symarip,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.