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 China and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Qualms 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.