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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Moebius to the grime 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.