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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
Moss Icon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.