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 Angola and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco 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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.