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 Bolivia and from Paris.
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 New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Das Ding to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Faust,
Ponytail,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.