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 Angola and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 cv313 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
Gang Green,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Television,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
Flipper,
New Order,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.