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 Croatia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Glambeats Corp. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
Organ,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
Isaac Hayes,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.