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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Mighty Diamonds to the grunge 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.