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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 The Gap Band to the rap 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
The Gun Club,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
Hashim,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.