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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yaz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Mars,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
the Association,
Cybotron,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.