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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Talk Talk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
Yaz,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
MC5,
Lyres,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.