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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 The Toasters to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Darondo,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.