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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mission of Burma to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.