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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Half Japanese to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.