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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
OOIOO,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.