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 Norway and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
CMW,
Amazonics,
The Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
Gong,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.