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 Belize and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Make Up to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.