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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.