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 Hungary and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.