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 Tonga and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
The Standells,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.