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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Rakim to the rock 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.