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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Ludus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
The Sound,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.