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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Suburban Knight to the rap 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
John Holt,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Litter,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
PIL,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.