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 Ecuador and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fat Boys to the dance 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zapp,
Monks,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.