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 Norway and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
The Searchers,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.