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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
Can,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.