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 Belize and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smoke to the grime 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.