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 Tajikistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David Bowie to the rock 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
Livin' Joy,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.