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 Vietnam and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the electroclash 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.