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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Minny Pops to the rap 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
ABC,
The Gories,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.