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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Electric Prunes to the techno 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.