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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Massinfluence to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.