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 China and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 B.T. Express to the grunge 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
Q65,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.