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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 The Stooges to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Nico,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.