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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terry Callier to the grime 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.