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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Ten City,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swans,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.