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 Ecuador and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 AZ 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
The Searchers,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.