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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Skarface,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.