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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
The Index,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Ten City,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
The Sound,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.