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 Cuba and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Mad Mike to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.