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 Ghana and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Techniques to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Make Up,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
CMW,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.