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 South Africa and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
Smog,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.