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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Skaos to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.