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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Max Romeo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
The Happenings,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
Scion,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.