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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Technova to the crunk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
Index,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
The Doors,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.