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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Yaz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.