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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lungfish to the techno 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.