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 Guyana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Youth Brigade to the techno 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.