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 Estonia and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.