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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Alton Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.