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 Honduras and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.