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 Comoros and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
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 synthesizer 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 Nas to the grime 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Echospace,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.