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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Carl Craig to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.