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 United States and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
The Index,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.