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 Cambodia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bizarre Inc. 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
Mars,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.