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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.