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 Antigua and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Colin Newman to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
Wire,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
The Move,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.