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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Al Stewart to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
The Index,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.