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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Neil Young to the disco 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.