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 India 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
Monks,
Easy Going,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.