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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
UT,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.