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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aswad,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.