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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Little Man to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.