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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Black Sheep to the rock 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Drexciya,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.