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 Slovenia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aswad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Faust,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.