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 Mexico and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Fela Kuti 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
MDC,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
The Associates,
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.