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 Barbados and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 New Order to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.