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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Ice-T to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.