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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.