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 Kenya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Joy Division,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.