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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
Inner City,
Unwound,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.