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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Searchers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Gong,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.