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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.