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 Philippines and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 D'Angelo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Busters,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Ultravox,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
Faust,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.