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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Fortunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
Wings,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.