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 Austria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Joe Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.