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 Syria and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Skaos to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
PIL,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
Visage,
Monolake,
Fear,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.