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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Searchers to the jazz 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
Slave,
Harmonia,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
X-101,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.