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 Georgia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Harry Pussy to the punk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.