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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Saints to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
New Age Steppers,
Nas,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.