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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Japan to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
Franke,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.