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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 K-Klass 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio 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?
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.