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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
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 Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Warsaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Roxette,
Sparks,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
The Gories,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
Wings,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.