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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.