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 Dominica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Tom Boy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
The American Breed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
Pylon,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
Index,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.