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 Montenegro and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Altered Images 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.