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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Leaves to the rap 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.