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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
the Normal,
In Retrospect,
Index,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.