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 Barbados and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Alarm Clocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.