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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
The Wake,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.