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 Nauru and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Boredoms to the rap 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
Jawbox,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.