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 Mexico and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rapeman 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.