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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Zero Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
DJ Sneak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.