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 Panama and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
MC5,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
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.