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 Mozambique and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Soul II Soul to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
Lindisfarne,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.