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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Grauzone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
Scrapy,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.