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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
June Days,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.