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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.