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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Amazonics to the techno 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.