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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
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 The Alarm Clocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Saints,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
The Residents,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.