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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
New Order,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.