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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.