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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.