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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David McCallum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
Can,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.