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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.