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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantytec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.