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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Vogues to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.