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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Sight & Sound to the grime 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.