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 Gabon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
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 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 Country Teasers to the disco 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.