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 Bangladesh and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brass Construction to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.