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 Turkey and from Accra.
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 Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Arab on Radar to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.