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 Korea South and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Make Up,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
X-101,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.