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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
EPMD,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.