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 Peru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
Faust,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
MDC,
Angry Samoans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.