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 Denmark and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 United States of America to the crunk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Sparks,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.