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 Mauritania and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 cv313 to the rap 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Echospace,
The Sound,
Ten City,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.