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 Ecuador 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.