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 Morocco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Scan 7 to the jazz 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
Can,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.