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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Q65 to the disco 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Flipper,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
June Days,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.