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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Spoonie Gee to the electroclash 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.