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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Porter Ricks 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Morten Harket,
Josef K,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.