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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
Interpol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.