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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 In Retrospect to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
Average White Band,
Radiohead,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
The Move,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
Josef K,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.