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 Maldives and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.