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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
Whodini,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.