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 Dominica 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Association to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Technova,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.