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 Gambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.