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 Haiti and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Pantytec to the crunk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ludus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.