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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.