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 Algeria and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 organ 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boredoms,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
World's Most,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.