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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Symarip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
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Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Inner City,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.