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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Steve Hackett to the rap 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
Bluetip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
Matthew Bourne,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Inner City,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.