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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blake Baxter to the techno 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.