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 Barbados and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Public Enemy to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
Massinfluence,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.