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 Iran and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
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 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.