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 Maldives 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Black Moon,
Television,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
Faust,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.