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 Brunei and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.