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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Skarface to the grime 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
John Foxx,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
UT,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Index,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.