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 Botswana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
The Pretty Things,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Monolake,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.