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 Luxembourg 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
MDC,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
Faust,
Zapp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.