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 Barbados and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Janne Schatter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
Marc Almond,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Massinfluence,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.