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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.