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 Slovenia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Josef K to the crunk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.