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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Anakelly to the rap 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
cv313,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.