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 Malta and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.