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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
Faust,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.