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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Oneida to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
K-Klass,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.