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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
UT,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.