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 Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 JFA to the funk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
Hoover,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.