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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 The Buckinghams to the grunge 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.