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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Faust to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.