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 Somalia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Selecter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat 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?
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
The Mummies,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.