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 Gabon and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Porter Ricks to the grime 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
JFA,
Grauzone,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.