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 Gambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quando Quango to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.