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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Can,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.