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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx 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?
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.