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 Mexico and from New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 The Grass Roots to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
Q65,
The Index,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.