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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 The New Christs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
E-Dancer,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.