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 Georgia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Kayak to the rap 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Nico,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
the Swans,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.