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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
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 organ 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.