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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Visage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
Smog,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.