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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bar-Kays to the grime 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
Cluster,
World's Most,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.