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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Metal Thangz to the grime 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.