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 Montenegro and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 La Düsseldorf to the crunk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
Guru Guru,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.