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 Malta and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Aswad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.