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 Brunei and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
Crime,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
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MDC,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Ten City,
Cymande,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.