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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.