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 Angola and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Deepchord to the grime 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
The Zeros,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
John Cale,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.