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 Sierra Leone 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bad Manners to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.