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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mantronix to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
Index,
Q65,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.