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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Techniques to the crunk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Smog,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
Can,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.