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 Botswana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Aswad,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.