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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Detroit Cobras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.