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 Japan and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Audionom to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.