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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radio Birdman to the grime 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
David Bowie,
Scientists,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.