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 the UAE and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.