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 Philippines and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Thompson Twins to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.