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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 DJ Sneak to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
Roxette,
MDC,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.