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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Make Up to the grime 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.