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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Dark Day to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Josef K,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.