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 Botswana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
Monks,
a-ha,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.