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 Turkey and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Niagra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Pop Group,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.