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 Liberia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Guru Guru to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
The Martian,
ABBA,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.