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 Estonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mr. Review to the dance 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Easy Going,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
Visage,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.