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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
MDC,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.