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 Romania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.