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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.