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 Samoa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.