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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Index to the electroclash 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.