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 Malta and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dave Clark Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
The Fall,
X-102,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
Organ,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.