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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Subhumans,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.