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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Max Romeo to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.