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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime 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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.