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 Colombia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 The Vogues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.