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 Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Moebius 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
Yellowson,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.