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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
Q65,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.