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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 and the Furious Five to the crunk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.