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 Iran 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Main Source to the jazz 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
JFA,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.