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 France and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Motions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
the Association,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.