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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Severed Heads to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.