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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 E-Dancer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Fear,
Kayak,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
CMW,
Blancmange,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.