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 Portugal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Moby Grape to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
The Pop Group,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.