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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
Index,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monks,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q65,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.