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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Minor Threat to the grime 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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?
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones,
D'Angelo,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.