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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Scion to the grunge 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
the Normal,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.