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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
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 mellotron 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 Ronan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fall,
Ronan,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Moby Grape,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.