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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Subhumans to the crunk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.