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 Madagascar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pere Ubu 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
cv313,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.