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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Intrusion to the disco 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
Black Moon,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.