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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
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 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.