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 Djibouti and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Man Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.