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 Turkey and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 New Order to the grime 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.