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 Kenya and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.