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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
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 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 The Golliwogs to the punk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
AZ,
Aswad,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
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.