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 Argentina and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz,
Motorama,
Urselle,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.