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 Romania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
Q65,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.