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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
Patti Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.