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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Nas,
ABBA,
Scientists,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.