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 Iran and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Television,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.