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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Average White Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.