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 Morocco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Faust,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
Erasure,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.