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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Godley & Creme to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.