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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Television Personalities to the rap 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.