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 Denmark and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trumans Water to the rap 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
The Sound,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
Zapp,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.