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 Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Rotary Connection to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
Albert Ayler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Cluster,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.