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 Spain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Moleskins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
the Association,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.