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 Liberia and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 E-Dancer to the crunk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.