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 Ghana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
PIL,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.