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 Palau and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
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 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
UT,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.