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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.