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 France and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Excepter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals 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?
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Swans,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Nico,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.