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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 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 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
Brick,
Smog,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
MDC,
Basic Channel,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.