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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Intrusion,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.