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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Louis and Bebe Barron 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
Cybotron,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Nas,
Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
John Lydon,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Ludus,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
Cameo,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.