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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.