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 Georgia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
Skaos,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.