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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Arab on Radar to the funk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monks,
Nils Olav,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.