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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.