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 Panama and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Infiniti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
JFA,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.