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 Djibouti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Bad Manners to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
X-102,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.