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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The Alarm Clocks to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
Gong,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.