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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.