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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Quantec to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.