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 Fiji and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Moleskins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Mo-Dettes,
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
Maleditus Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.