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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hashim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
June Days,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.