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 Netherlands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Moss Icon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.