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 Burundi and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers 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?
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
PIL,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Half Japanese,
The Litter,
June Days,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
Cecil Taylor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.