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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Remains to the dance 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s 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 Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
Franke,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.