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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ossler to the funk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Technova,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.