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 Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Suburban Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.