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 Belize and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Bauhaus to the rock 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
Niagra,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
CMW,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.