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 Serbia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.