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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Animal Collective to the grime 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.