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 Moldova and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Neil Young to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
The Fall,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.