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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
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.