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 Romania and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Golliwogs to the dance 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
Can,
Robert Görl,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.