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 Nepal 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Hot Snakes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
Althea and Donna,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.