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 Chile and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 48th St. Collective to the funk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
This Heat,
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
June of 44,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
New York Dolls,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.