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 Ghana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Oblivians to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
The Names,
Moebius,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
The Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.