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 Brazil and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 London and Delhi.
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 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
Pole,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.