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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Lou Reed to the grime 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
Audionom,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.