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 South Sudan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Bauhaus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.