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 United States and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
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 Angels of Light to the electroclash 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.