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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
R.M.O.,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
The Monks,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.