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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Duran Duran to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
June of 44,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
Gong,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
E-Dancer,
UT,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.