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 Congo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Prince Buster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.