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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Cal Tjader to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders,
Technova,
X-102,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.