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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Organ to the disco 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
PIL,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.