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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
Technova,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.