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 Samoa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
Quantec,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
Brick,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.