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 Qatar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.