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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Half Japanese to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.