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 Maldives and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Real Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
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Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.