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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MDC to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
Organ,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.