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 Liberia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Gang Starr to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Rakim,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.