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 Angola and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Brand Nubian to the funk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Nick Fraelich,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.