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 Swaziland and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
Babytalk,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
the Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
Don Cherry,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.