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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
Little Man,
Liliput,
This Heat,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.