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 San Marino and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Ossler to the dance 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
Q65,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
Neu!,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
Accadde A,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.