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 Vanuatu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Simply Red,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.