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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
The Cramps,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.