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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
The Slackers,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q65,
the Slits,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.