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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Slits,
DNA,
Amazonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.