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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
Magazine,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
Pagans,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.