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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Soul II Soul 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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?
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
DNA,
Mars,
The Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.