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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.