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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Moss Icon to the techno 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.