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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
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 mellotron 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 Royal Trux to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.