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 France and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
Pole,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
John Foxx,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.