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 Gambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.