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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
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 harpsichord 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 Harry Pussy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.