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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
The Evens,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.