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 Sweden and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
Organ,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
Skaos,
Nas,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.