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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
Monolake,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.