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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Visage to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
Q65,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.