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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Icehouse to the crunk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.