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 Romania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 Sight & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
Smog,
Crime,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.