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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quadrant,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.