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 the UAE and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Patti Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.