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 Philippines and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Cluster to the punk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
Scion,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.