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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.