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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
Echospace,
Whodini,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.