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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
The Smiths,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.