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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
The Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.