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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Surgeon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
JFA,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang of Four,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.