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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 The Vogues to the electroclash 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
New Order,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ossler,
Fluxion,
Sandy B,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.