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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 China Crisis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
Television,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
Liliput,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.