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 Israel and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
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 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 Cluster to the grunge 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.