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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Agitation Free to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Q65,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.