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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Slits,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.