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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Anakelly to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
Hoover,
The Wake,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
Wire,
Ice-T,
PIL,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.