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 Palau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Misunderstood 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
Jandek,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.