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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
Ten City,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Japan,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.