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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.