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 San Marino and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
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 theremin 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 Half Japanese to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Niagra,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.