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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the punk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Move,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
UT,
Brick,
the Association,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.