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 Spain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Joyce Sims to the disco 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
Isaac Hayes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.