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 Hungary and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
JFA,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
June Days,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
the Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.