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 Botswana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.