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 China and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Quando Quango to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.