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 Romania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Eric Copeland to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
Monolake,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.