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 Denmark and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Absolute Body Control,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.