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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Lynne,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Franke,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.