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 Israel and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Basic Channel to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.