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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 The Real Kids to the grime 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
Scientists,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Fad Gadget,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.