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 Latvia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Offenders to the rock 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.