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 Brunei and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 FM Einheit to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.