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 Nepal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 The Angels of Light to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.