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 Madagascar and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vainqueur to the crunk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
MDC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Q65,
DNA,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.