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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Yaz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.