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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Bobby Womack to the grime 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Q65,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.