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 Algeria and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.