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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Certain Ratio 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
Mars,
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.