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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
JFA,
Swans,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hashim,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Echospace,
Television,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
10cc,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.