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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Skriet,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.