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 Mexico and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Main Source 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
The Happenings,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.