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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.