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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Brick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
Index,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.