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 Ghana and from Paris.
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 Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Sneak to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
Can,
Average White Band,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.