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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Scion to the grunge 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.