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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 KRS-One to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül,
The Index,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.