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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
Television,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.