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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Heaven 17 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
Technova,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
Fear,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.