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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Basic Channel to the crunk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q65,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.