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 Honduras and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lower 48 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
Can,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.