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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suicide to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
Ossler,
Monolake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.