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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Pierre Henry to the rap 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane 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?
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.