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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Last Poets to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 güiro and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
Crime,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
New Order,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.