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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
the Swans,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.