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 Burkina and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.