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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
Ludus,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.