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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
Ken Boothe,
MC5,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Con Funk Shun,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.