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 Bolivia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 EPMD to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q65,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.