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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.