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 Estonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Dave Gahan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.