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 Kosovo and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Deakin,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.