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 Czech Republic 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Pop Group to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
June Days,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.