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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cybotron to the electroclash 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
Pole,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Slave,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
Nico,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.