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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
June Days,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.