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 Singapore and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Joe Finger to the rock 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 Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
Pole,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.