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 Portugal and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Aural Exciters to the rap 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.