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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Josef K to the techno 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
Brick,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
New Order,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.