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 Mauritius and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
Rekid,
Darondo,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.