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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 H. Thieme to the punk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.