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 Armenia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Nas to the crunk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.