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 Malta and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Schoolly D to the grunge 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Remains,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.