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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
The Gories,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Pantytec,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.