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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
Colin Newman,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.