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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Camberwell Now to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
Slave,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.