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 Belgium and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
Chrome,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.