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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Letta Mbulu to the electroclash 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.