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 Argentina and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
Nico,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.