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 Belize and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Basic Channel to the dance 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
Gong,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
CMW,
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.