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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Depeche Mode to the rap 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
The Slits,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.