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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.