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 Burkina and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.