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 Qatar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
Maurizio,
The Tremeloes,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.