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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
Gong,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.