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 Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Television,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Darondo,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
Q and Not U,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.