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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Erasure to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
Hoover,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
Masters at Work,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Josef K,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.