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 Denmark and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Surgeon to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.