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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The J.B.'s to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.