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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
UT,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
Television,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
X-102,
AZ,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.