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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crooked Eye to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
Aswad,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
Josef K,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.