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 Syria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.