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 Poland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sixth Finger to the grime 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
Nico,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.