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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Moebius to the crunk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
AZ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.