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 Eritrea 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tommy Roe to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Franke,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.