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 Chile and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
Television,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
Qualms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.