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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cosmic Jokers to the grime 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Symarip,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.