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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Axelrod to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.