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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Con Funk Shun to the rock 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Wire,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
Wings,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.