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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.